I wish I would have known that!

Ky has been on a football team for a total of three weeks now and I have learned more about football in these three weeks than I ever knew. No wonder I have always hated football, I never understood it. All I knew is that there were tightends (both as a position and as something to look at), a quarterback, receiver and a bunch of other guys. I still don't know all the positions or how football is played. But I am starting to understand that every position has a job to do on each play. This whole time I thought it was all about the quarterback and whomever he threw the ball to. Today I learned that players are only allowed to tackle someone if they have the ball. That makes sense, I just didn't know that.

It is fun to watch Ky run through a bunch of guys to sack the quarterback. It is also fun to watch as people try to tackle him and he just keeps on running till there are five or six guys trying to take him down at the same time. He is still learning and is not the star of the football team by any means, but it sure is fun to see him playing so well.

My complaint is that when I do try to watch Ky at practice, Zander spends the whole time jumping all over me. All the parents watch as I hold him down as a punishment. What more can I do, spank him?

Outer Space

I just found this and had to share it. Don wrote this song. He probably doesn't think I have a copy.

Breaking Dawn

I just finished Breaking Dawn. I thought it was good. I wished I would have known that there was a key in the back of the book that explained who was with who and where they were from. Now I am going to have to read it again so the connections are more clear to me.

Have any of your had a chance to read it and what did you think?

Crazy or Funny?

Don and I have been working on a project. It is still in the beginning stages. But it has taken all my freetime as of late. I guess I can post one picture to give a little clue. What do you think?

Football Season

I have always told my boys that I would never let them play football. I can't stand the thought of them getting seriously injured. I had Ky so scared that he didn't dare play football with his friends during recess, for fear that I would find out.

I thought about all the sports Ky could play instead of football. I thought maybe he could play hockey instead, but I talked to one of the coaches and he just laughed when I asked if it was less rough than football. I got the point. We tried gymnastics, he was good, but I always worried that he would hit his neck and be paralyzed for life. We tried baseball a couple of months ago and nothing breaks a mothers heart more, then to see her son strike out every single time he is up to bat. We tried Soccer when Ky was younger. He kept coming out and telling me that there was too much running.

I think every father dreams of having their son play football. Don has seen my football restriction and has been afraid that his sons would never play football. Then a couple of weeks ago I showed some sign of weakness and before I knew it, Ky was signed up for football. Now I am the one that has to take him to practices and sit for two hours while all these boys are taught how to be men or manly or something like that.

The sickest thing is that I figure Ky will try football, hate it and never want to play again.

So today they wore their equipment for the first time during practice and I wasn't surprised that he got hurt. He came out crying. He said that a boy rammed him in the chest with his helmet. He couldn't believe that someone would ram into him hard he thought it would just be a gentle little tap. In my mind I was thinking, "and?" I thought for sure he would tell me how much he hated football and that he was ready to quit. Instead, I heard him telling a friend that he will probably play next year.

So is it because I have made the sport so forbidden, or is there really a reason boys love football so much? This is only the first week. So we will see what Ky thinks about it after a few weeks. I still have hope that he will try football and hate it.

Husbandisms

My cousin Katrina Husband tagged me.

1. What is your husband's name? Donald Kenneth Jerry Moore

2. How long have you guys been together? We met in 94. We started dating March 1996 We have been married 12 years.

3. How long did you date for? 3 months- What can I say, I was a return missionary. The Lord said "Marry him" and I did.

4. Who eats more? Don, although you can't tell. He weighs fifteen pounds more than me. Isn't that depressing?

5. Who said "I love you" first? I can't remember. I asked Don and he said he did. That's why I keep him around, he remembers things I don't. All I remember is that he wrote a note confessing his interest and my reaction was "Just don't get your hopes up."

6. Who is taller? Don

7. Who sings better? I don't know if you can call what Don does singing "http://photobydeann.blogspot.com/2008/05/tai-chi.html"

8. Who is smarter? I can't answer that. I might get in trouble with my parents.

9. Who does the laundry? me. Don pretends to fold it. I think he has done that 3 times so far.

10. Who does the dishes? Both of us.

11. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I have my own bed and he has his own. That's what happens when you let your children sleep with you.

12. Who pays the bills? He brings home the bacon and I mail it away.

13. Who mows the lawn? Don, Kyath, and neighbors who get sick of us not edging.

14. Who cooks dinner? Me. Don if it is pinto beans and spanish rice.

15. Who is more stubborn? Me.

16. Who kissed who first? Don

17.Who asked who out first? Don asked me.

18. Who proposed? Don, he kept telling me he was serious and asked me to stop laughing.

19. Who is more sensitive? Me, just ask my therapist.

20. Who has more friends? Me.

21. Who has more siblings? Don. He has four half sisters and five half brothers. Of course he didn't know about seven of them until he was a teenager. Boy was he surprised.

22. Who wears the pants in the family? We prefer shorts.



I tag Tawnie, Lorinda and Dayna.

Just a couple of thoughts...

I have been thinking more than I have been writing. But I have a few thoughts to share.

My parents came over yesterday and we talked for a very long time about my their lives and the battles they have been through. My parents are amazing. Both of my parents had issues growing up. They had plenty of reasons to resent their step-moms and their fathers. Not once growing up did my parents ever paint a picture of a rough childhood. They also made sure to have my grandmas and grandpas over as much as possible. They showed them respect and love.

It wasn't until I had my first child that my parents' stories came out. Boy, was I blown away. Now, years later I am still amazed at what great people my parents are and what wonderful parents they have always been to me and my brothers and sister. I am glad that my children have such a good relationship with them.

The next thought I had was that Don is so good with people. He is the one that gets people talking and sharing stories. I don't think we would have had such a long and interesting visit without his questions.

My last thought is that I hate cancer! I saw my neighbor go through Chemo and radiation. It was more than I could bear. Then my father was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He had his prostate removed and is still healing from the operation. So far he doesn't need chemo or radiation. But it has slowed him down and changed his life. Despite what my dad says, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.